Star Chaser [Entertainment]

Wen Qing was the only one in the elevator, with one hand in his trouser pocket and the other hand playing with his phone.After seeing Ai Changle outside the door, he showed a gentle smile like meeting an acquaintance.

It seems that I really didn't expect to meet here.

"So coincidentally?"

His attire is low-key.The black overalls with wide-leg pants completely covered those slender legs. The coat was graphite gray and was not buttoned to the top, revealing the round neck of the white T-shirt.Coupled with the black peaked cap, if Ai Changle hadn't been a true fan for such a long time, he might not be able to recognize it at a glance.

"Does Teacher Wen have something to go out?"

Ai Changle used acting skills to modify the distortion of facial expressions, trying to behave as usual.

Wen Qing put the phone back in his pocket, "Well, I have a cold, and I want to go to the hospital to have a look. How about you?"

His gaze seemed to notice Ai Changle's tightly clenched thumb, and he asked, "What's wrong with your hand?"

Ai Changle twitched the corner of his lips: "Well, I was peeling fruit just now, I didn't pay attention, I scratched my hand."

After he finished speaking, he felt that he was really useless, besides him, who else would hurt his hand after peeling a piece of fruit?In order not to make the male god feel that he is a two hundred and five, he added solemnly:

"I'm usually pretty good at peeling fruit, but this time it's because my hands are oily and I didn't pay attention."

Wen Qing glanced at his slightly pursed lips because of enduring the pain, and gently reminded: "Be careful when eating peaches next time."

"Well, you must be careful, thank you, Teacher Wen."

The concern of my male god is probably the best painkiller in the world. Ai Changle was encouraged for a while, and suddenly noticed the loopholes in this man's words, so he asked:

"Eh? How does Teacher Wen know that I made it from eating peaches?"

A trace of unnaturalness flashed across Wen Qing's eyes. He couldn't say that he was a well-dressed actor who never took the initiative to get close to others. Just now, he was standing in front of his mobile phone to watch food and broadcast. Changing into this outfit at a deceptive speed, and then pretending to be casual, happened to have a "chance encounter" in the elevator.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and found the reason immediately:

"I thought you liked peaches the most, after all, that's the name."

Ai Changle, who is in love, has a zero IQ. If Wen Qing said "because it didn't rain today", he would probably think it was reasonable.

"So that's how it is, haha, I was indeed peeling peaches just now."

Wen Qing took a step in his direction, "Let me take a look."

The social distance was suddenly broken, and Ai Changle's heart thumped, and he hurriedly buried his head, "Fortunately, it's not very serious."

Wen Qing looked at the circle of red and white tissues on his fingers, and frowned in displeasure:

"The bleeding hasn't stopped."

"Well, it's a little deep. Go to the hospital and bandage it."

Wen Qing took out a clean tissue from his pocket, took off his "finger cot", attached the tissue in his hand, and gently pressed the wound:

"Be patient."

"Ow!"

His reminder was a bit late, and someone who was not good at enduring pain had already uttered a back-to-basics scream.

"Feel sorry."

"Feel sorry."

The two apologized at the same time, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little delicate.I was immersed in the narrow space, and after two seconds, it was Ai Changle who took the lead:

"I just yelled too loudly, I'm sorry." He tremblingly explained his behavior just now, fearing that Wen Qing would treat him as a startled greenhouse flower.

"It's okay, I'm the one who apologized." Wen Qing raised the corners of his lips, "I didn't pay attention when I hit it just now, did it hurt?"

He's also explaining why he's apologizing.

Ai Changle was a little puzzled.Like a flat boat sailing in the vast sea, suddenly lost its compass, doubtful and confused.

He apologized, of course, to maintain his image in Wen Qing's heart.Because he likes Wen Qing, not only like worshiping an idol, but also like a person who is physically and mentally developed has love for another person.He cared about Wen Qing, so he had to explain.

But what is Wen Qing explaining?

Or is he really not that repulsive to himself?

After this idea came up, Ai Changle heard the loud sound of fireworks blooming in his inner world.

"Teacher Wen." Like Wen Qing did, he gently pressed the wound, and the physical contact between the two was separated.

"Ok?"

Wen Qing's single note drew countless fans into the pit, just like the last sound of a piano at a concert, the lingering sound of a bell rang.Moreover, Wen Qing's voice didn't sound like the exaggerated affectation of the president of a TV series, but just inadvertently, the vocal cords vibrated.

The most emotional thing is inadvertently.

The courage that Ai Changle finally mustered up was almost defeated by this single sound. He quickly rebuilt the fortress in his heart, and said "Come on" three times in a row before finally speaking:

"You just said that you're going to the hospital too. Since I'm on the way, can I trouble you to give me a ride?"

Wen Qing's eyebrows twitched - he took the bait.

"Okay, I also hope you can bandage as soon as possible."

The light in the parking lot was dim. Except for Ai Changle and the two of them, there was only one staff member on the entire first floor who was helping customers park their cars and gradually leaving.

Quiet as in a vacuum.

Wen Qing pressed the car key, and the indicator light of the private car not far away flashed twice - Cheng Jiajun was never seen.

Ai Changle was puzzled, no matter where Wen Qing went, Cheng Jiajun would pick him up.If you encounter a scalper and a car, you can rely on his excellent old driver skills to have a life-and-death speed.Why didn't you come today?

"Brother Jiajun isn't together?"

He couldn't hide the matter in his heart, so he asked it all at once.

Wen Qing's hand that opened the door paused for a moment: "Brother Jia Jun?"

It was only then that Ai Changle realized the problem—many fanatical fans would start with the staff around their idols, just like the concubines in ancient times would bribe the little eunuchs around the emperor in order to compete for favor.If the emperor knew that the people around him were involved with outsiders, he would be furious.

In the same way, if Wen Qing believes that he has some kind of ulterior connection with Cheng Jiajun, not only his image in Wen Qing's heart will collapse, Cheng Jiajun may also be angered.

So quickly explain:

"Yes, that's how it is. On the day I joined the group, I happened to meet Brother Jiajun looking for Taozi, so I gave him two. The master Luo Tao who was in charge of the scene was also there at the time, so he introduced us to each other."

Wen Qing realized that he might have frightened this little Taozi just now, and tilted his head apologetically:

"I have no intention of probing into your personal relationship. I just find it a little strange."

"What's weird?"

"Everyone in the production team called Butler Jun 'Xiao Cheng', and you called him 'Brother Jia Jun'."

Ai Changle sat awkwardly in the co-pilot, put his legs together neatly, and explained cautiously:

"Then what, brother Jiajun is older than me, so calling him 'Xiao Cheng' doesn't seem appropriate."

Wen Qing leaned over to help him fasten the seat belt, but did not leave after buckling it up, still maintaining the posture of rolling over with his upper body, his eyes were motionless, showing no emotion:

"And everyone calls me 'Brother Qing', but you call me 'Teacher Wen'."

The author has something to say: a little jealous ●v●